year, the fifth of May, and England was kind enough to give Edward the benefit of the doubt and it was a sunny day. At least it stayed sunny for most of the day.
Just at noon, a carriage embroidered with red and white rose pattern, was surrounded by more than twenty knights to protect, slowly moving forward, if the insightful nobles saw it, they would know that it was the carriage of the Tudor royal family that ruled the whole England.
And the dirt road built for passage at the local level gradually hardened under the long exposure to the sun, as if to alleviate the symptoms of motion sickness of the teenagers on the wagon.
That's right! This procession of carriages traveling through the local dirt road was His Majesty King Edward and his party, who had not long left Fort Hewdry.
After striking a deal for Baron Thomas during the night, Edward took Lucy Luna, his maid of honor, and twenty or so of his guards, who had been well fed and watered at the wedding feast, and together they made their way to Portsmouth, a city that had sprung up because of the navy.
In fact, almost the entire English Navy is stationed in the city of Portsmouth, so come here and find the English Navy.
Portsmouth was only a harbor when King Henry V founded the navy here in 1916, but has since expanded to become a British naval base and shipbuilding facility.
Gloucestershire is miles from London, and one mile equals kilometers, so Gloucestershire is about kilometers from London.
Portsmouth, on the other hand, is a port city on the southwestern tip of England, miles southwest of London, with a population of about three thousand.
It has a strategic location with the commercial port of Southampton to the west, the English Channel to the south and the mouth of Portsmouth Bay.
And the city is located in the Potteries Island, but the north side of the island and the main island of England is only separated by water, and there are many bridges connected, it looks like a peninsula city west port like a bottle, the entrance is less than a meter wide harbor area more than kilometers long and kilometers wide, can accommodate aircraft carriers, such as the huge ship berthing in the harbor, calm, easy to defend, and there is the Isle of Wight as a natural barrier, and has long been the United Kingdom's largest and most important naval base
And from Gloucester to Portsmouth it is about English
miles, the equivalent of kilometers.
The wagons of the time traveled five kilometers almost on a moment's notice, and at twelve hours a day, Edward would have been in a wagon for three and a half days.
So, by now, our sire Edward had long been lying dizzily in Luna's arms, ready to ease the pain of his body with girlish tenderness.
Every night, the carriage was the hardest place to sleep, even with the thick goose down covers. So, Edward just counted Luna's peaches to fall asleep, and of course, Lucy's oranges.
"Your Majesty! Ten miles ahead is the city of Portsmouth!" The big man Sean, who was leading the knights in the front to scout the way, was riding on his horse, holding his right breast with his left hand, taking off his hat with his right hand, and bowing his body slightly forward, and said to Edward in the carriage.
"Oh! Is that so! Let's speed up then!" Edward was pleasantly surprised to hear Sean's voice outside the car and couldn't help but tell the driving horseman.
"As you wish! My liege!" The driver's coachman immediately responded.
"Obey your orders! Your Honorable Majesty!" Outside the car, Sean's voice was still so loud that even Edward in the car felt a little jarred.
"Boys! It's time to buck up!" Sean kept wandering over to the wagon, shouting at the guards in his own loud voice!
The knights who were relaxing suddenly sat up, taking in Sean's lustful authority, they silently began to urge the horses under them to speed up, basically no one dared to make any comments.
The acceleration of the wagon gave Edward even more vertigo, but the long pain was better than the short pain! He would just have to live with it.
Then Edward and his party heartily crossed a wooden bridge only eight feet wide and a mile long before they saw the real city of Portsmouth.
After half an hour, what lay before Edward and the others was a dilapidated city wall. As well as a bazaar within the walls.
The entire wall was more than twenty feet high, roughly seven meters high, and because Portsmouth was a port city, the wall was only half-built.
Looking at the city wall in front of us, as if the height of the twenty-first century rural double-story building, in ancient China, such a wall is a joke. In ancient China, such a wall was a joke. But in Europe now, this is already a very good defense building.
The guards at the city gates saw a carriage slowly traveling up to the city gates, followed by more than twenty knights.
It was a great opportunity to rake in the dough! The young guard was impatient and just wanted to jump out and rake in some some favors to enrich his wallet!
"Hey! Guy! You're out of your mind!" Old Lacey beside him hastily slapped Mock on the head to stop his presumptuous behavior.
"You don't want to die!" Old Lacey had a tense look on his face, and the wrinkles on his old face were curled into a ball, emphasizing his old age even more.
"Mork! Don't you see the pattern on the wagon!" Old Lacey lectured him, her mouth resting on his ear, her hands tugging tightly at Mock's sleeve.
Only after Edward and his party had passed did he release his voice and continue.
"That's the royal carriage!" Old Lacey's words weren't long, but they were no less than a heavenly thunderbolt blowing between Mork's heart, blasting him straight to the core.
"That! Thanks a lot, Uncle Lacey!" Mork spoke in a trembling voice.
"Guy! Take your time and learn!" Old Lacey resumed his usual slouch, but Mork would never look at him again.
Passing through cities where cluttered streets were knit together with buildings in an oddly shaped spider, many medieval towns developed haphazard rather than planned construction.
In the Middle Ages, cities grew rapidly where there was easy access to transportation, skilled workers, good security and adequate food and water, but civic leaders lacked long-term planning.
Many central cities, including London, Florence, Cologne, and Milan, grew out of their original Roman neighborhoods; however, their medieval development was, after all, very different from the Roman town format, with the exception of a few nuclei that still maintain the crisscrossing shape of the ancient streets.
Streets tend to conform to a roughly centralized pattern, but sometimes there are some sudden and rapid shifts, and street directions are often shaped by mountains, boulders, and rivers.
The streets of Portsmouth were less than ten feet wide, and the open ditch watercourses on either side were covered with sewage as well as garbage, and at once a stench ran into the carriage.
And the knights covered their noses and sped up as much as the carriage. Heading to Bojast Castle in the center of the city.
The curved streets made the city look larger, and it also reversed the direction of the strong winter winds, creating an even distribution of sunlight and back shade, giving each house a different view.
And this would also have military uses, with bends and corners that would make an invading army feel trapped in a maze, helping to increase the defenses of the defenders.